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| - One thing, Right Quick--I love watching cooks love their jobs. Like day'm...
Probably the most enjoyable piece for me.
Yeah, no, the food is great, but the chef's table is the view I crave. To see you toiling, prep work, calling orders, yelling dude to fire "the wings now" when I jussss finish placing my orders.
...finely tuned orchestra--I don't know if I'd go Philharmonic--but you get me off on that shit.
Y'alls pimps. Pop your collars. Dust your shoulders off.
Let Pepper T. get all salty & 3-Star you cos she could only order brunch... what kinda entitled bullshit is that, right?
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I ain't see her making no food; just saying.
This is my 3rd time you've seduced me with your wares and went home fat and happy and had to take a nap.
Gentlemen & ladies, you do great works. For those less appreciative of your endeavors, let us remind you, Shade falls behind the Delta. Not on it.
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